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Jenney pricks up his ears, and presently to his amazement perceives a Leviathan approaching him, careening over the ruts of his wood road. Not being an emotional person, he continues to pick apples until he is summarily hailed. Then he goes leisurely towards the Leviathan. "Are you Mr. Jenney?" "Callate to be," says Mr. Jenney, pleasantly. "I'm Humphrey Crewe." "How be you?" says Mr.
But I'm glad to get back, I like my own country so much better, and especially this part of it," she added. "I can bear to be away from New York in the winter, but not from Fairview in the summer." At this instant Mr. Jenney appeared at the barn door bearing a huge green umbrella. "Come over to the house Mis' Jenney is expectin' you," he said. Victoria hesitated.
I may, however, be mistaken in the particular building asked for by Dr. Derby, and will go myself to see. The fort is progressing well, Captain Jenney having arrived. Sixteen heavy guns are received, with a large amount of shot and shell, but the platforms are not yet ready; still, if occasion should arise for dispatch, I can put a larger force to work.
To refuse would be ungracious; moreover, she could risk no misinterpretation of her acts, and she accepted. Mrs. Jenney met her on the doorstep, and conducted her into that sanctum reserved for occasions, the parlour, with its Bible, its flat, old-fashioned piano, its samplers, its crayon portrait of Mr. and Mrs. Jenney after their honeymoon; with its aroma that suggested Sundays and best manners.
Jenney, "there's five hundred in the House, ain't there?" "It's a ridiculous number," says Mr. Crewe, with truth. "Gives everybody a chance to go," says Mr. Jenney. "I was thar in '78, and enjoyed it some." "Who are you for?" demanded Mr. Crewe, combating the tendency of the conversation to slip into a pocket. "Little early yet, hain't it? Hain't made up my mind. Who's the candidates?" asks Mr.
I may, however, be mistaken in the particular building asked for by Dr. Derby, and will go myself to see. The fort is progressing well, Captain Jenney having arrived. Sixteen heavy guns are received, with a large amount of shot and shell, but the platforms are not yet ready; still, if occasion should arise for dispatch, I can put a larger force to work.
I may, however, be mistaken in the particular building asked for by Dr. Derby, and will go myself to see. The fort is progressing well, Captain Jenney having arrived. Sixteen heavy guns are received, with a large amount of shot and shell, but the platforms are not yet ready; still, if occasion should arise for dispatch, I can put a larger force to work.
Jenney, "there's five hundred in the House, ain't there?" "It's a ridiculous number," says Mr. Crewe, with truth. "Gives everybody a chance to go," says Mr. Jenney. "I was thar in '78, and enjoyed it some." "Who are you for?" demanded Mr. Crewe, combating the tendency of the conversation to slip into a pocket. "Little early yet, hain't it? Hain't made up my mind. Who's the candidates?" asks Mr.
My own staff then embraced: Dayton, McCoy, and Hill, aides; J. H. Hammond, assistant adjutant-general; Sanger, inspector-general; McFeeley, commissary; J. Condit Smith, quartermaster; Charles McMillan, medical director; Ezra Taylor, chief of artillery; Jno. C. Neely, ordnance-officer; Jenney and Pitzman, engineers.
Jenney, continuing to stroke his beard. "I don't know," says Mr. Crewe, "but I do know I've done something for this town, and I hope you'll take it into consideration. Come and see me when you go to the village. I'll give you a good cigar, and that pamphlet, and we'll talk matters over." "Never would have thought to see one of them things in my orchard," says Mr. Jenney. "How much do they cost?
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